To be honest, I don't remember whether I planned it or not. I don't think it was premeditated as such, but perhaps once things started rolling it was only a matter of time before I had reached my climax.
I hadn't seen my brother and his family for about five years. I had been over working in New York, and although I had actually seen my brother twice during this period this was the first time I had seen his daughters. The twins.
They were all visiting me. My work as a banker was well paid and well traveled and my air miles were overflowing again. I had decided to invite them over and had paid for the flights. To give my brother and his wife some time alone I had taken the girls out. Walking with them through the streets of New York and showing them the sights, I soon realized that these two girls had grown up. They were just turned 19, both at university. Ruth was studying medicine and Claire was studying politics. It was clear that while Ruth was the smarter of the two, Claire was the savvier and even manipulative of the two. It had been her idea to come down to the designer boutiques, her idea to go into Barneys, and I am sure, her idea to go into the lingerie section, although I must admit here my memories kind of roll into one.
By now I had noticed that the girls were very competitive, they were constantly jostling for my attention, trying to convince me to spend time and talk with them. I watched as Claire dashed off between the rails, Ruth staying with me to tell me more about her biology club or some other shit I was pretending to listen to. Claire soon came back and pulled Ruth to her, whispering into her ear. I watched with amusement as Ruth's eyes opened wide and she clasped her hand to her mouth in shock. I could also see from the gleam in her eyes that the shock had been exciting to her. The two of them huddled together for a moment while I uncomfortably browsed through a Wonderbra rail.
Then Claire dashed off again and Ruth turned to me.
'Uncle Jon,' she began. 'Claire has a new boyfriend.' She looked up at me to seek reassurance and, when she saw my eyes were listening to her, continued in flood. 'She has this new boyfriend at university and she wants to buy him a present, only she wants to buy a special kind of present. She wants to buy herself sexy underwear and, erm, as we don't really know what is sexy she was hoping you would have a look.' She swallowed hard and lapsed into silence.
I looked down at the top of her head, smiling to myself at the unsurety of young sexuality. 'Sure Ruth. Let's go over. I am quite a dab hand at sexy underwear.' Just then we passed a mirror and I saw her eyes in the reflection. They were dark, and gleaming. 'I am sure you are Uncle Jon.'
She grabbed me by the hand and walked me across the store, telling me to wait in front of a curtained off area while she went to get a drink of water. I was looking around for Claire between the rails, wondering whether I should broach the subject of lace when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a stunning blonde standing in front of me. My eyes quickly traveled down her body before she had a chance to realize her mistake and cover up. She was a couple of inches shorter than me, her hair shoulder length and cut straight. She had her shoulders square to me and was pushing them back slightly, accentuating the fine heave of her breasts. The black sheer lace push up bra placing her tits right where Hugh Hefner likes them. Her stomach was flat and tanned, a slight contour of some muscles visible beneath the smoothly feminine curves. The panties she had on were like shorts, the same sheer black material as the bra. As my eyes crawled over her she turned slightly, allowing me to see how the garment clung to her tight arse, the folds of cloth showing me she had pulled them tight up against her pussy. My eyes finally flicked down her legs and I saw that they were long and tapered. I swallowed hard and let my eye travel quickly up her body, she had turned back to me and I clearly saw that her pussy lips were visible through the thin material. As my eyes focused I noticed her hair color was in fact what I always affectionately termed "dirty blond", a brunette with dyed blond hair with the roots showing. She broke into my thoughts before I could apologies.
'What do you think Uncle Jon?'
My mind reeled as I looked past her body at her face. 'Claire?' She giggled, dragging the sound out in a throaty slow chuckle.
'And all growed up.' She quipped, her eyes looking into mine.
My mind flashed back to my earlier thoughts and the way I had let my thoughts letch over the young tight body. 'I β I well. I β ermm'